[Looking as beleaguered as only an executive used to having her opinion discounted can, Reeve squares her shoulders and carries on. Chuckling ruefully, She puts up her hands, as if to forestall further argument.]

All right, Reno. Consider your dire portents heard! I suppose in the end we'll never know who is right, which is probably for the best. At any rate, nothing bad seems likely to happen here-- at least not anything that Sephiroth is capable of doing. The Queen has powers that seem to trump even the most powerful among us.
I don't know what I'll do if someone else I know but don't know appears in this place!

She smiles, running a hand through her hair. Well, you seem like yourself. Apart from the obvious fact of your being a woman, of course.